![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Let them slip on your I.Įxcavation, the debut memoir by Wendy C. Spin your story, make the words do the hard work-I’m paraphrasing here, bordering on fabrication, though the thesis remains factually accurate-and somehow find a way to make your story, your personal, fleshy story, universal. My I required more distance, more spatial breaths between me, my source material, and I.Īnd Nick Flynn opened the genre’s chest on stage, showed its heart to me, its beating organ, by revealing the connection between the personal and universal. As I listened, having no knowledge that I had already entered the first of a twenty-four month bout with writer’s block, I thought about the I. ![]() I, at that time, considered myself a memoirist: short memoir writer, flash memoir writer, architect of some future book of memoirs, maybe. Additionally, the writer and Ortiz can be seen exchanging notes and LOLs via Twitter because, in this modern literary era, such is the natural occurrence between like-minded writers and artistic peers.Īt a function in Williamsburg back in 2012, I sat in the back of a dark venue-a nightclub-turned-literary salon, I suppose-and listened to author Nick Flynn talk about the craft of memoir. Ortiz in three issues of Specter Magazine (two essays and an interview). Disclosure: the writer of this review/essay/love letter has previously published author Wendy C. ![]()
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